This single was released on 27 May 2021. The vocals are by Joyner Lucas, the music is produced by Joyner Lucas, and the lyrics are written by YC.
This song is originally in the key of G# Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 70 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
This song is originally in the key of G# Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 70 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
Original Key: G# Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 70 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] G#m E . G#m Ayy, ayy G#m Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ayy, Joyner, Joyner, Joyner Yeah, look (Ayy) [VERSE] G#m I ain't been on my freestyle shit in a minute G#m but niggas don't put no respect So tell all these rappers that I'm takin' over, G#m just so you know what to expect E I wasn't gon' do it at first but fuck it, E I must keep my foot on they neck E If I give you a warning, you better believe me, E you know I stay good on my threats G#m Nigga, I spent my whole life in the studio, G#m shit kinda feel like I'm doin' a stretch G#m I wish I could spend more time with my son G#m but I know that I'm doin' the best E And I know that it's worth it when he look at mе E and say, "Daddy, look, you are the best" E Need to find a nеw way to deal with my anger 'cause I never do good with stress G#m Niggas hate when I brag, I know, when I talk about cash, I know G#m When I talk about cars, I know, all the bitches I have, I know G#m They say, "J, I miss when you was broke E Way before all the fame and glory E Money changed you, it made you corny The material things just bore me G#m You're no different than all of these industry niggas, G#m I thought you were special and awesome G#m Now you sellin' your soul and just hopin' G#m on records with anyone, nigga, you lost it E I miss when you made music that I could relate E to 'cause all of your new shit ain't thoughtful E When you gon' make some new music with Marshall? E When you gon' pull some new shit out the arsenal?" www.chordzone.org G#m I'm back on my remix shit, don't sue me, nigga, I'm too unruly G#m I might slide on a hoe like Toosie, bitch, I'm too dang groovy, ooh G#m Niggas try and cancel me like Boosie, all y'all hoes is goofy G#m But, yeah, you know my life's a movie, I sold crack to Pookie G#m Look, she in love with the cocaine, I'm in love with the dope gang G#m Try to cook crack with a oven and propane G#m Try to make a dollar back when I ain't have no name G#m But niggas told me that I had to stay in my own lane G#m I jumped in the water and started makin' my own wave G#m I'm watchin' the pool splash, they told me don't move fast G#m And every nigga doin' better than me, I blew past G#m Now niggas look at me, like, "How the fuck did he do that?" www.chordzone.org G#m I got one crib, I don't live in it G#m The other one is big enough to probably put my other muhfuckin' crib in it E But one crib, I made a clubhouse and stuffed all my step kids in it E And then I built me a trap house and let all the fiends take a hit in it G#m And I might buy a church too, just in case I wanna sin it G#m Put a hot tub in the front row, let all my hoes come swim in it G#m Yeah, I made so much bread, I bought a crib to take a shit in it G#m You talk about it, I'm livin' it, you brag about it, I been did it G#m And I got your bitch in the whip ridin' shotgun with the ceiling down G#m You let her down, I feel her up just 'cause the bitch feelin' down E I don't know if her ass real but I do know that it's really round E I think that I'm tall enough for her to give me head without kneelin' down G#m Fake niggas only really lie just because of prolly how real it sounds G#m Please shut the fuck up anytime I bring somebody real around G#m You versus me, nigga? That's like a whale pushin' a seal around G#m Tell me, how many dead rappers you think it takes to fill the ground? G#m And bitch, I'm in pimp mode, I only know what the pimps know G#m The man in the mirror is schizo, I pay a stripper in crypto E I pay a stripper in crypto, I do not care if you lit, though E I hit my plug from the flip phone, I'm sellin' pebbles to Flinstones www.chordzone.org G#m Scam nightly, sellin' whatever the strand might be, yeah G#m Get like me, all of my packages sealed tightly, yeah G#m I had a record deal, then I drop a label, nigga, come take a chance like me G#m You niggas cannot advance like me, you'll give Atlantic back the advance like me G#m I got the upper hand, mm, and I got the other hand icy G#m My diamonds movin' like Chris Brown, you know I love when they dance hyphy G#m Ayy, ayy, only nigga that told his girlfriends G#m 'bout my other girlfriends in front of my side lil' bitch and wifey G#m Give a fuck about security in the club, we gon' ride G#m E Give a fuck if it's a quarantine or not, we still outside E The last nigga tried to play me talkin' crazy, then he died E G#m Like them cheap ass hoes [?], catch you slippin', we gon' slide G#m Ooh, ooh, catch you slippin', we gon' slide G#m E Put that rubber on that grip, then we gon' cut your ass outside E Send 'em goonies on that mission, it go trip and you gon' hide E When you get hit that blicky you gon' wish that you done died [OUTRO] Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, Joyner Ayy, ayy
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